The Viper (Untamed Hearts #1)(53)

She watched him do it, trying to remember exactly what he looked like. The way her pale fingers looked in his inky hair. The way his eyes glowed when he did pull away, only to lick his lips and suck on the other one.

Then he drew his tongue up her chest, to the line of her throat, forcing her head back again to finally suck on her neck. Katie knew he was marking her, but she didn’t care. She wanted him to mark her, so much so she forced him away only to bring him back to the other side. He must have understood, because he sucked just as hard the second time.

Then he pulled back, his eyes still glowing as he reached around her, finding the condom clutched in her other hand being crushed as she dug her nails into his jean-covered thigh. He held it up and said, “Hold it.”

“I was holding it,” she reminded him.

He eyed her mouth and arched an eyebrow pointedly.

She huffed and leaned forward to grab it with her teeth, but made sure to give him a look that said she wasn’t pleased.

He didn’t seem to care as he looked down between them, where his hard, jean-covered cock was pressed against her lace-covered *. “Take it out.”

She reached between them to pull at the button of his jeans, and then lowered the zipper. He fell back, putting his weight on both his forearms, and arched his hips, letting her push his jeans and underwear down far enough to free his cock.

“Put it on me.”

She grabbed the edge of the condom and used her teeth to rip it open the way Marcos usually did. She made sure to spit the top of the wrapper at his face, but he just laughed at her protest.

“You’re not the first chica to spit on me.”

She rolled her eyes. “That’s nice, Marcos.”

“I’m a thug,” he said without remorse. “I keep telling you that.”

“I don’t care if I’m not the first one to spit on you.” Katie narrowed her eyes at him and then went one step further by licking her palm, doing it long and slow while he watched. “I just wish I was the last.”

“Ay Dios mio.” His head fell back when she used her spit-slicked hand to stroke him. “Put it on.”

“No, I’m the one holding it. I get to decide when I put it on.”

He arched into her hand, uncaring about her protest. “Co?o, you’re sexy.”

“Really?”

“Fuck, yes.” He sat up and wrapped one hand around the base of her neck, tugging her forward so fast she gasped. He bit at her bottom lip. “Open for me.”

She did, letting him kiss her hard and sloppy, with their teeth clashing and their tongues brushing. She was so caught up in it, she hardly noticed when he yanked the open condom packet out of her other hand. He bit her lip one more time before he fell onto his back and went ahead and pulled the condom out.

“I won,” she pointed out as he rolled the condom on.

“No, you didn’t.” He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck again and then pulled her tight against him. He flipped their positions so fast she gasped when she found herself flat on her back, with Marcos hovering over her. “We both lose, chica.”

She heard the pain in his voice then, the sheer agony that this was happening to them. That life would give them something like this and then yank it away after only a week.

She cupped a hand to her mouth when the tears cropped up out of the blue, but he yanked it away before she gave in to the tears. “No crying. I want you to stop letting the world hurt you. That means you don’t let thugs make you cry.”

She wanted to tell him she couldn’t help it, but he kissed her before she could. He just pushed her panties aside rather than pull them off her, and then he was sliding in, stretching her and filling her, and it fell so good she couldn’t help but jerk her head back and moan.

He grabbed both her hands, pinning Katie beneath him as he slid all the way in. He was still then, with just the sound of their ragged breathing filling the air. She didn’t want to do it, but she opened her eyes, letting tears roll down her cheeks as she looked up to see him staring down at her as if he was afraid she’d evaporate right out from under him.

“I love you.” His voice cracked as he said it. “You know that, right?”

She nodded. “I know.”

He leaned down and buried his face in her neck. “Eres bella.”

“Thank you,” she choked out, because she knew that one. He’d been saying it for a week. “You’re beautiful too.”

Then she held him and let him f*ck her until she was gasping in pleasure despite the tears. When she came, he did too. Usually he held out to force a second one out of her. She wouldn’t have been able to do it, and he probably wouldn’t either.

They both needed their pleasure. Right now. Before it went away.

When it was over, he let her curl up to him, with her head resting against his shoulder and her arms wrapped around him. It felt so good to be in this spot, the place where she’d slept every night this week. She just couldn’t let him go. He didn’t even get up to take care of the condom; he just lay with her instead.

She tilted her head and pressed her face against his shoulder to hide.

“You wanna cry, chica?”

She nodded and squeaked, “Yes.”

“Then you cry.” He sighed as he caressed her arm. “I can’t make you hard, so you be soft for both of us, okay?”